Equal Ice

I’m a performer, but I don’t act on a regular stage. I dress up in costumes, but I don’t play a character. My stage isn’t one in a theater; it’s clean slick ice at a rink. I don’t play a character, I’m just myself. Sometimes on the ice though, I feel like I’m someone else. Someone who is graceful and beautiful, it’s still me though, just a different side of me. A side that I like much more than my everyday self. Ice skating is much more work than people may think though, and some people don’t consider it a sport. It’s not as extreme as hockey for example. I may not look very tough, but I can accelerate faster than the guys on the racetrack. I take harder impacts than a rider being thrown from a bull. And I handle more G-Force than a fighter pilot. So why just be extreme, when you can be extremely graceful.

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24. Chapter 24

Chapter 24

Gabrielle’s POV

My eyes narrowed as he smirked at me. This couldn’t be the same person who was apprehensive to ask to give me a ride home yet now he is insisting he come into my house. He let himself in through the door that he easily kept open with one hand and I had struggled to close. He now let me close the door, no longer blocking me from shutting it as he walked inside.

“Nice place, little rich girl,” he said as he looked around, still standing in the entryway.

“Could you not call me that,” I said.

“Sure from the outside it looks like a regular average family house, but on the inside its like a mansion,” he said.

“It’s not a mansion,” I said back.

“Sure is decorated like one,” he said as he continued to look at the house, walking more into it now.

“So why does your dad have to work so much?” he asked as I followed him until he decided to stay in my kitchen.

“He’s got to pay the bills somehow,” I answered.

“Well what about your mom? What does she do?” he asked me, and I tensed up.

“Why do you ask so many questions?” I asked him, trying to hide my now uncomfortable state with him asking about my mom.

I know he’s only asked about my mom maybe three times, but it feels like a lot more.

“I was just asking what your mom does for a living, no need to get all defensive,” he said.

“Well what about you, what’s your mom’s job?” I asked him, trying to bring the topic onto him instead of me.

“No no, it doesn’t work like that, you need to answer the question first,” he told me as he took a seat at one of the barstools.

“I’d answer the question if I could, okay,” I said, as harsh as I intended to.

He opened he opened his mouth to start to retaliate on the matter, but quickly changed his mind.

“Okay, well my mom owns a small business, but she mostly is a stay at home mom,” he answered.

“So your dad pays all the bills too, yet your tormenting me about it,”

“We don’t live in a damn rich people neighborhood,” he replied.

“Where do you live then?” I asked him.

“Oh right I forgot you knew all the neighborhoods in England,” he answered sarcastically.

“You live in America now,” I reminded him.

“Yeah but my parents don’t,” he said as he played with the tassels on one of the place mats set on the counter.

“What did you run away or something?” I joked, trying to lighten up the mood a bit.

“No,” he slightly laughed, and then stopped.

“I’m living with my aunt,” he informed me.

“So your Tammy’s nephew,” I said as I grabbed two water bottle out of the fridge and placed one in front of him.

“Yeah, why, what’d she say about me?” he asked as he grabbed the plastic water bottle and began to open it.

“Nothing really, she just stops by the rink every now and then and I talked to her. She just said that a nephew of her’s was coming to stay with her for awhile and that he’d be at the rink a lot,” I said,

“I never suspected it was you,”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Well I thought when she said a nephew was coming to visit for awhile from Birmingham, I just suspected the city in America, not England,” I told him.

“Although I probably should’ve realized you were her nephew when I found out Ben was your cousin,” I said,

“There’s a Birmingham in America?” he asked a bit surprised.

“Yeah, in Alabama,” I said.

“How far away is it?” he asked me.

“Well its not close,” I told him, and he just nodded.

“You know you still never answered my question,” I said to him after a few moments of silence.

“Remind me?” he said, forgetting the question that I almost forgot as well.

“Where you live, or where you’re staying I guess,”

“Lakeview,” he answered.

“Oh,” I said, and he laughed noticing the displeasing tone of my voice.

“Not all the houses there are run down and falling apart,” he told me.

“No I didn’t think they were, I just always thought Tammy lived in a, I guess nicer part of town,” I told him, now wishing I would’ve just not said anything when he told me the neighborhood he lived in, and just subtly changed the subject instead.

“Not everyone is as fortunate as you think,” he told me.

“I guess so,” I said, never really thinking about the topic very deeply before.

“Of course you’ve never really thought about that have you rich girl?” he said, like he just read my mind. 

“Would you stop?” he just laughed as he took another swig from his water bottle.

“So tell me about this feud going on between you and the rest of the hockey players,” he said, breaking the silence that had occurred again.

“So they haven’t told you?” I asked him.

“If they did do you think I’d be asking you?”

“I guess not,” I said.

“So, are you going to tell me or not?” he asked.

“I’m not really sure where to start really,” I told him.

“How about the beginning?” he sarcastically suggested.

“Look, I don’t even know everything that happened,” I told him.

“What do you know?” he asked.

“Basically what happened was my dad was the assistant coach for the hockey team for awhile, and him and Zach didn’t get along very well,” I explained.

“Really? That’s it?” he said, clearly not impressed.

“I told you I didn’t know everything or way they didn’t get along. I just know that since my dad isn’t around the rink very much anymore, the guys like to take their anger out on me and any other figure skater,” I said.

“Well that’s stupid,” he said.

“To them its not, I think you have to know the whole story to understand it all,” I said.

“So why don’t you know the whole story?” he asked.

“Nobody will tell me,” I told him.

“Oh,” he said.

“Also everyone soon started to believe that the only reason that I was even being considered and then accepted for the professional team at the rink and compete in competitions was because my dad worked for the rink at the time,” I said, remembering another reason the hockey guys didn’t really like me.

“Well was it?” he asked.

“No!” I said probably in a different tone than I should’ve used.

“Calm down, I was just asking,” he defended.

“So the guys really haven’t said anything to you?” I asked him.

“Nope,” he told me.

“Weird, I thought they already would’ve corrupted you by now to believe that Bella and I were awful people, they do that with any new player they get,” I explained to him.

“Well they haven’t told me anything,” he assured me again. 

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